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At the Edge of the Threshold. AI-Generated.
The first crack in the earth was so narrow that none of them were sure it was a crack at all. “It’s just a shadow,” Theo said, squinting against the late afternoon light. The cicadas were loud enough to make the hillside feel like it was vibrating. “The angle of the sun.”
By Carolyn Pattonabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
23 Actually Free Things
The broke-city weekend guide no one puts on Instagram—but everyone quietly uses to stay sane There was a Saturday last summer when I stared at my bank app, did the math twice, and realized something brutal: if I bought one more $19 cocktail, I was going to have to pick which bill didn’t get paid that month.
By abualyaanartabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
The Cost of Existing
I sat groaning at the table by Vinny's breakfast shop. I normally loved this place because of the great view. Unlike many of the full-on restaurants on the promenade that held expansive views of the stars all around us, Vinny's faced inward and let me look over the entirety of the workings of K-Rax, and I loved it.
By Alicia Anspaughabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Its Name
In the heart of Europe, tucked between rivers that curved like silver ribbons, stood a city with no name. Maps labeled it with a blank space. Train conductors paused before announcing it. Travelers who arrived there forgot what they had come searching for. Locals called it simply “The City.”
By Iazaz hussaina day ago in Fiction
Abandoned or did he just leave home
Abandoned or did he just leave home I used to walk home late from work most nights. It was a route I knew well, one I could probably manage with my eyes closed, though I would never dare try. I have always been wary of the dark. Not frightened enough to stop living my life, but cautious. I walk quickly, keys threaded through my fingers, senses alert, listening to every shift in the night. That evening was no different, at least not at first.
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Fiction
The Selfish Giant
Every afternoon, after school ended, a group of children loved to play in a beautiful garden. It belonged to a giant who had been away visiting a friend for many years. The garden was full of soft green grass, bright flowers, and peach trees that blossomed in spring and bore fruit in autumn. Birds sang sweetly in the branches, and the children laughed happily while playing there. To them it felt like the most wonderful place in the world.
By Malak Faisala day ago in Fiction
